Luyện nghe bài hát That's Me

"music might strange and beautiful. You might feel disembodied,..
boundless, helplessly through space..."

Madrox]
me,
the one you see awaken in
or sinner,
the message is in the mixture
Ugly as they might
Raised the dirt and scum
and to be no one

me,
straight up out my tree and out my
In the alley, with a gat looking to your head wit it
Watch your drain outcha skull onto the ground
And take ya to my grave where you will never be

[Jamie
me,
Not giving a again
unstoppable and crazy I don't to pretend
Not Rocky, but I'm sure to rock your
Drink saki, when I'm monkey paw

me,
kids me Cousin Louie
my slugga rides by my side on the daily,
It to me
It me who to ride on (ride on)
We are a and it's your life we decide on (C'mon)

You think you me
And my Juggalo (DARK LOTUS!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)

Yet in the end they all wannabe (DARK LOTUS!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)

[Monoxide
me
Standin' in a puddle of
Smokin' a fat ass blunt cuttin' it up like
Feelin' really lonely, and all my are dead
At least what the voices in my head
Just

HEY!!

2 Dope]
That's me all up in mug dont get it punched.
Knock Knock (who There?), now ya all fucked up.
When I stop my rims too.
Then i back out on ya face ya motha fucka you.

That's Me, crazy, and I'm up and, I got a hostage and the cops
are makin me mad.
Negotiations fell through watch it on the news because i that
motha fucka in plain view.
2 dope]
That's me, What bitch? You got to say?
Why my knuckles always got you prints all up in em? (ooo)
I skin em. Why ya so rough?
Little duct tape on the fingers and I'm back the up.

You you know me
And my sound (DARK LOTUS!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)

Yet in the end all wannabe down (DARK LOTUS!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)

[Anybody
me right behind you, Mad as hell, Nose flarin.
Makin all those sounds, in ya face starin.
Knockin over cans, breakin 40 bottles.
Villian from the streets, I'm a role model.

J]
That's me in a wig, swingin a machete.
Pig blood on my to bring the party like confetti.
That's me spittin shit, fuck hardcore
I throw in the crowd and have em runnin for the door.
Killa]
That's me, that's right you shoulda known a better.
I be motha fuckas for whatever, whenever.
Spinkle dust from the dead inside ya drink.
Then sit back and laugh and watch fat ass head shrink.

J]
That's me, the virgin popper, neck chopper.
Swingin like a helicopter. Murder alotta.
me and notice I'm down for the Lotus.
Like a kamikaze I hit the vocal booth and this (shit the fuck up.... so shut the fuck up.)

You think you me
And my sound (DARK LOTUS!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)

Yet in the end they all down (DARK LOTUS!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)